This is a song about "She gangsta"

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

I ain't a gangsta and i don't pretend to be

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Serial killer neighborhood to gangsta to lock the door

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Doctor dre and them gave birth to gangsta rap, and it flourished,

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Fuck the police, ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it,

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Cause that muthafucker is the definition of gangsta

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

Call all my gangsta homies to help me restructure your face.

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case